Lucas simulated Danny Ketch through his «Mind Workshop».
The moment the transformation hit, a surge of overwhelming pain tore through him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in previous simulations. His bones felt as if they shattered and reformed; his flesh, torn apart by invisible flames. Yet, underneath the agony, he could feel it—power.
As Ghost Rider, rage and sorrow boiled together inside him, a storm of fury barely contained.
Although Lucas was supp...
(3rd Person POV)
As the credits rolled and the audience burst into applause, Yoda sat quietly for a moment longer, a complicated feeling settling in his chest.
The trio's victory on the screen gave him a faint sense of relief—but not enough to ease the deeper urgency gnawing at him.
Even with the heroes' success, he knew the true danger lurking in his own world had not vanished.
The shadow of Darth Vader still hung heavy.
Rising from his seat, he slipped out of th...
(3rd Person POV)
Seated quietly in the packed cinema, Yoda watched the beginning of Star Wars unfold with a complicated gaze.
Though he had witnessed parts of the film's production, seeing it fully realized on the giant screen stirred something uneasy within him—an unsettling glimpse, as if he were seeing a warning about the future of his own world.
The lights dimmed completely, and across the screen appeared the words:
“A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far aw...
Hey everyone, I want to apologize for not being able to update Player System and Game Tycoon lately. I’ll be continuing both, but things have been a bit hectic on my end.
It’s been four months since the house fire, and there’s finally some real progress. My room is mostly finished, and I’ve just started staying in it. There are still some parts that need more work here and there. Another room is roughly done, while areas like the kitchen and others are still waiting their turn....
(3rd Person POV)
Nightmare Before Wintermas ran in theaters for weeks, and by the end of its screening, it had amassed a total of 301 million global dollars at the box office.
Though it didn’t quite reach the towering heights of previous Hellfire blockbusters, its success was undeniable. For a film made on a modest budget, using stop-motion technology and minimal star power, the profit margin was staggering.
Other studios took notice.
Inspired by Hellfire’s suc...
(3rd Person POV)
The announcement that Star Wars would release on December 25 brought a wave of relief across rival studios.
At Mr. Mouse Studios, and among others vying for box office attention, executives breathed easier.
In a lavish apartment overlooking the Wales skyline, one of Mr. Mouse’s film directors leaned back on his velvet couch, exhaling deeply. “Thank the gods,” he muttered. “With Star Wars out of the way until Wintermas, my horror film actually stan...
(3rd Person POV)
The Star Wars trailers ignited imaginations across the world. Fans dissected every frame, and movie critics weren’t far behind.
Among them was Kimmy—a forty-year-old demoness with sharp eyes and sharper opinions. A veteran critic for Silver Magazine, a prestigious film publication based in the Wales Kingdom, Kimmy had built her career on detailed analysis and bold takes.
Now, she sat in her cluttered office, surrounded by stacks of books and film jour...
Noticing Lucas’s gaze, Stan Lee gave him a knowing wink and a warm smile.
Lucas returned it with a nod, stepping closer. “I didn’t expect to meet a legend today.” He offered his hand. “Lucas Knight. It’s an honor, Mr. Stan Lee.”
Stan raised his brows, amused. “Well, well, I know who you are. I’ve seen some of your work—the golden boy of this generation, huh?” He shook Lucas’s hand firmly, then added with a playful smirk, “And lucky enough to be with the...
The negotiations between Neil and Disney dragged on.
Neil was determined to squeeze every dollar from the Mouse, but Disney wasn’t about to fold easily. They were already willing to offer upwards of $30 million — a figure that exceeded even the paychecks of Marvel’s biggest stars at the time like Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johansson.
But the real sticking point wasn’t the money — it was creative control.
Disney’s executive team, including Mar...
(3rd Person POV)
By morning, Arthur’s new look had already taken the city by storm.
A popular magazine hit the stands, its front cover emblazoned with an image of Arthur—seated on his striking, flame-draped motorcycle, clad in black leather and metal, a look worlds apart from his usual refined style.
Daily readers paused at newsstands, eyes widening at the bold headline:
“The Great Exiled One’s New Ride — Arthur Pendragon Unleashes a New Era of Style”
(3rd Person POV)
Firfel stood there, arms tightly crossed, brows furrowed in visible frustration. Her pout was sharp, her annoyance unmistakable. But beneath the surface... she felt a wave of relief.
‘So he wasn’t ignoring me on purpose…’
Still, she wouldn’t give in so easily.
‘Hmph. Like I’m just going to forgive him now? If I do, he’ll think he can get away with anything.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘And why was he gone so long without telling me? Doe...
Three Flybeasts buzzed in a chaotic spiral around Jack, darting in and out like taunting hornets. Their wings grazed him now and then, leaving fresh cuts and bruises across his body. He was already riddled with injuries—but thanks to [Healing Light] and a steady supply of potions, he was still standing.
Barely.
His mana, however, was starting to run dangerously low.
Jack gulped down another mana potion, wiping the sweat off his chin. “I can’t keep this up…”
<...
Jack stepped into the Shallow Fen — the outermost edge of the Mistwing Fen — where the air was thick, the ground treacherous, and even the weakest monsters could spell death for the careless.
Each step squelched beneath his boots. The murky water first lapped at his ankles, then rose steadily to his knees. The ground felt like walking on soaked sponges — occasionally firm, only to betray him with a slow, sinking give.
Low-hanging mist drifted through the fen like wandering...
Back in 2003, the idea of earning money online was still largely incomprehensible. Even with YouTube already boasting millions of users—thanks to KiShin’s massive influence as the go-to platform for gaming content—no one truly believed a person could earn real income just by uploading videos.
Only a few, like Suneo in Japan, had stumbled upon the platform’s hidden potential. Even non-gamers who uploaded random clips were shocked when they received notifications that they had so...
If in the past Lucas had been hesitant to take on superhero roles—especially ones under Marvel—this time felt different.
Back then, with his fame still rising, taking on a superhero might have branded him as “that guy from Marvel” rather than the serious actor he wanted to be. But now, things had changed. He was open to more. Bolder roles. Bigger risks.
He sat beside Jennifer in her trailer as they scrolled through clips of Ghost Rider on YouTube.
Jennifer watched...
(Firfel’s POV)
The set outside buzzed with life—voices, footsteps, laughter. I could feel the energy even from inside the makeup tent. Yet, none of it reached me.
Inside, the artists worked around me, adjusting my skin tone with delicate brushes and whispered awe.
“Your skin is flawless, Ms. Firfel,” one of them said, her eyes gleaming with admiration. “And that silver hair... it’s like moonlight. No wonder the Great Exiled One is head over heels for you!”
(3rd Person POV)
Arthur was inwardly worried about the future. He had attempted to peer beyond the present using his current power, but all he saw was fog—thick and impenetrable. ‘Tch… I can’t see anything,’ he thought, gritting his teeth. His glowing eyes dimmed.
Beside him, Enyalius noticed the shift. He cleared his throat lightly.
“I know you’re powerful, young man,” he said, voice calm. “But trying to glimpse the future with your current strength? No...
The YouTube team had finally given in. They contacted Neil, agreeing to Lucas’s conditions.
Naturally, Neil was pleased. Without wasting time, he arranged to meet Lucas in a private room at an upscale café.
But peace was short-lived.
A supposed waiter approached their table, but something was off. In his hand was a small camera, already recording.
“Lucas, can I ask what’s on your mind right now?” the man asked, voice too eager.
Lucas didn’t respon...
(3rd Person POV)
Arthur stood still, the weight of everything he’d just learned sinking in. Just one conversation with Enyalius had revealed more about the world’s buried history than any book or archive ever had.
With a sigh, he eased the pressure surrounding Enyalius and offered him a hand.
“I’ll help you find the others,” Arthur said calmly. “But don’t forget—your life belongs to me now. You serve under me.”
Enyalius grimaced, clearly unwilling...
(3rd Person POV)
Arthur channeled even more power into the chain, watching it pulse with light. It vibrated—not with strain, but with something disturbingly close to pleasure. Both he and the imprisoned deity could feel it.
The chain… was happy.
The deity's eyes narrowed as he felt the binding grip on his limbs begin to loosen ever so slightly. But relief never came.
Instead, dread bloomed in his chest.
‘What is this madman doing…? Letting the chain ...
(Imprisoned Deity POV)
‘Damn those gods... especially Solarus! That sanctimonious bastard chained me here himself!’
My teeth clenched as I sat shackled—naked, wrists bound, back against cold stone. My body, though divine, was bruised by centuries of stillness. My breath came heavy, eyes narrowing with hatred as bitter memories played on a loop in my mind.
‘It’s been over four hundred years… Four hundred years in this forsaken pit.’
The moment I shifte...
A week had passed since Vince Knight's scandal involving the Warner Bros. CEO hit the headlines. The controversy had snowballed—Kevin, the CEO, was now under heavy media scrutiny. It got so messy that Kevin ultimately decided to step down from his position.
Normally, a leadership change at Warner Bros. might not stir much public interest, but because of the high-profile court case between the studio and Vince Knight, this news was everywhere.
During this time, Vince was exhaus...
(3rd Person POV)
The Walkman was taking the music world by storm.
Just three weeks after its debut in Horn Kingdom, the device had already expanded into neighboring nations. Music labels quickly adapted, releasing their songs on the new format—cassette tapes—exclusively designed for the Walkman’s compact system.
Media outlets couldn’t stop talking about it. Articles, opinion pieces, and weekly features filled the pages of music magazines and entertainment news cha...
(3rd Person POV)
The moon hung high in the dark sky—full, red, and solemn. Its scarlet light bled across the endless, twisted forest below. Wind howled through the warped trees, their crooked shapes swaying violently. Rustling grass, brittle leaves, and eerie screeches echoed from unknown directions, painting the atmosphere with dread.
Slithering across the rugged ground was a grotesque creature—its body stretched long like a centipede, but instead of insect legs, it had hun...
Jack read the new quest window that shimmered before his eyes:
[Quest Name: Eyes of the Queen]
[The alluring store manager has offered you a rare opportunity: a free Epic-tier item — if you can bring her the crystallized eyes of the Flybeast Queen, an Elite Monster rumored to nest in the outer region of Mistwing Fen, east of Luke Town.]
[Defeat the Flybeast Queen and retrieve both eyes. One will be custom-crafted into an Epic access...
Jack couldn't help but stare a second too long. The NPC in front of him was stunning—absurdly so. Her silver hair shimmered under the store’s ambient lighting, her posture perfect, and her sharp features reminded him of a certain celebrity from his previous life. His longtime crush, in fact.
Snapping out of it, Jack cleared his throat and adjusted his robe like someone trying to regain dignity after tripping in public. "I'm looking for accessories... something that could help in co...
After the intense scene wrapped, the room burst into applause. The crew and cast clapped enthusiastically, some even whistling. Lucas slowly set the guitar aside, wiping the wetness from his cheeks with a sleeve. A soft smile formed on his lips.
“Well,” he said with a chuckle, voice still raw, “looks like the song worked.”
One of the boom operators grinned. “Worked? I’m gonna be thinking about that for the rest of the day. That song’s going straight to my playlist....
(Joseph Jackson POV)
It’s been a while since I started living in this kingdom, but everything still feels new.
Every day, I learn something different—about the city, about the people, about myself. This morning, I was walking down the sidewalk on my way to Hellscape, planning to stock up on groceries for the week. Hands tucked into my pockets, I let the city sounds wash over me—footsteps, voices, the low rumble of passing vehicles. Strangely, the noise didn’t bother me. ...
(3rd Person POV)
The Hellfire Walkman became an overnight sensation.
Thanks to its aggressive marketing—TV ads, glowing billboards, and sleek posters plastered across bus stops and train stations—the sleek little music device quickly dominated the public’s attention.
While all age groups showed interest, its biggest fanbase came from youth aged sixteen to thirty. They loved music, and the Walkman gave them the freedom to listen anywhere, anytime.
At Horn City...
Jack’s consciousness reemerged inside the BEYOND system lobby—a bright, endless white void lit by the colorful interface of the system. Only the vibrant menu and floating game library gave the space any life.
He swiped through the game list until it stopped on one title: «The War of Eve».
A grin tugged at his lips. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Here we go.”
Just before he tapped Start, something caught his eye—a news feed box blinking next to the game title....